E/O Drabble Challenge
Rating: G/K
Word: Frame
Spoiler Alert: Through Season Two. (sort of)
The half open door was worn, its frame chipped away and dirt stained. The wood itself was warped and grainy, the old fashioned metal doorknob rusted and useless.
Bobby didn't peer through into the dark space, didn't let his eyes stray over the muddy tracks that covered the still wet floor.
His bones ached and the rain outside echoed oddly.
He could hear Dean moving, his feet shuffling around the moldy sagging mattress as he spoke in low pleading tones.
The older hunter leaned his head forward and tried to tune out the broken phrases.
The words weren't meant for him.